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Sunday Morning

There is nothing better than getting up really early on a Sunday morning, hopping on my bike, and riding through the city. One of my favorite Sunday routes is heading into downtown. Chicago has an almost eerie quality at that time of the morning. Streets are...

A Day of Firsts

What could be better: It’s the first day of the Tour de France. It’s the first day on a bike in a week due to some back issues. And it’s also the first day on my new commuter. I’m totally in love with this bike…it ended up exactly as I...

Artists and Tools

What makes an artist? Is it someone who uses paint that oozes from small tubes and brushes made from the finest sable? Or a scavenger who takes scrap metal and welds it into sculpture that evokes emotions and sparks controversy? Or perhaps a man who wraps the world to...

Conundrum

I love the cycling spring classics. Watching hard men ride some of the toughest terrain cycling has to offer…battling like warriors for the coveted top podium spot. Only made sweeter by the fact that I can watch these races happen live by the miracle of the...

The Color of a Ride

It was a grey morning in Chicago. I woke up early and headed out on my bike. As I crossed California Avenue, I spotted something up ahead on the right. A young girl was out jumping rope. At 8:45 on a Sunday morning. In 24 degree weather. She was bundled in a drab...

11 for ’11

Last year at this time I decided to do a Project 365, which is posting a photo every day for the entire year. Because I take so many pics, I thought it would be easy. And there were times when it was…while out riding, finding an intriguing piece of art or...